I write a poem when I feel
a tendril of Truth
brush against my face
and I weep to think that Truth
would stand so close to me
And by its touch I see
I am the truth
and the truth is me
Poems and Pictures
Poems and Pictures
I write a poem when I feel
a tendril of Truth
brush against my face
and I weep to think that Truth
would stand so close to me
And by its touch I see
I am the truth
and the truth is me
I love the quiet gasp this evoked from me.
Thank you.
Haunting.
Beautiful.
Truth.
Thank you
oh my heart